In Daddy's Strong Arms

Note : This story is completely fictional!!!

Part 1:
My name is Jenna Clark. I just turned twenty last fall. I have dark brown hair, green eyes and a pale complexion, almost alabaster. I have 36 C breasts. My parents are still together, though I know for certain that they haven"t had sex for at least a year. My mother is usually out late at night, and when she does come home, she smells of sex and cologne that isn't my fathers, so she"s obviously out screwing around with other men. While she"s out being a whore, my father stays at home, cooks, cleans and is both my part time mother and father.

My father is a very handsome man, with an athletic body. Muscular arms, and I'd even go as far as saying he had at least a 4 pac across his chest. He has black hair, and bright blue, piercing, almost neon eyes. He has the type of smile that melts anyone"s heart as soon as they look at him. His large, rough hands looked as if they knew where exactly to touch a woman to give her pleasure beyond her wildest imagination. I often fantasize about him and I together, making love, but I know he would never go for it, because incest is so taboo. He does not feel the same way about me as I do about him, so I would never even think of bringing up the subject with him.

One night, as I lay in bed thinking about his beautiful, manly hands and his massive cock - which I had seen one night about three years ago when my parents still humped - while I touched myself, I heard the dront door open, signaling mom was home. Way to go, thanks for spoiling the moment.

The next morning was saturday, and surprise, mom was not home. I woke up around 9:45, and got up to go get some breakfast. I figured my father wouldn't be awake yet, he usually woke at around 10, so I went downstairs wearing only my thong and a spaghetti strap tanktop. I walked down the stairs slowly, careful not to wake him. I went into the kitchen and bent down to get a bowl of cereal from the cupboard. As I did, my thong shifted in place, revealing the back half of my pussy. I didn't bother to adjust it, no one was around, and it felt pretty nice anyway. When I turned to place the cereal on the counter, I saw two perfect blue eyes staring back at me. My father had been there for the little thong incident! As I examined his shocked face, I saw something in my peripheral vision. He was wearing only his boxers, which left little to the imagination to being with, never mind when they were stretched tightly over his enlarged, swollen dick. I stared down at it, and as I did, he murmered,
"God, you're so much more beautiful than your mother."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I practically ran over to the sofa and threw myself on him. He grabbed my wrists and held them away, like manacles.
"Jen, I've always dreamed of this, but are you sure you're ready?" He asked me, his voice gentle, his eyes searching my face for an answer.
"Well..." I said, teasing him, trying to pull away. He realised what I was trying to do and loosened his grip on me. I looked away from his perfect, youthful face for a second, and when I looked back there was an expression between pain and anger in his eyes. Time to stop teasing. Before I knew it, I was kneeling in front of him, pulling his boxers down over his massive erection. It sprang out at me, and for a minute, I just stood there, gaping.
"Wow... it"s so... big..." I managed to say.
He gave me a wicked smile and pushed my head gently so that my mouth was at the tip of his dick. I took his impressive member in my hand, planting soft kisses on it teasingly, then lightly licking the head wit soft, feathery strokes. He seemed to be enjoying this, I could hear a soft moaning coming from the back of his throat. Unexpectedly, he shoved the whole thing in my mouth, making me gag. I slobbered and slurped his dick, until I heard him growl in the back of his throat, signaling he was coming. I felt his warm love spew into my throat and before I had the chance to swallow any of it, he pulled me up on his lap, facing him, and kissed me passionately, shoving his tongue inside my mouth, tasting his love.
He sat there kissing me while massaging my breasts and tweaking my rock hard nipples through my tanktop. I could feel his dick growing erect once more, rubbing against my wet pussy through me thong. I subconsciously started to rock my hips on top of it.

He pulled away from me, another sly look in his eyes.
He lifted me up and stood, setting me down where he had been sitting moments before. Now it was his turn to kneel on the floor in from of me. I felt his large hands tugging at the strings at the sides of my thong, and the ties came undone. The fabric fell away, revealing to him my fine triangle of hair and my swollen, pink, dripping lips. My father bent his head down, and lifted his hands from the sofa to gently graze over my pussy, making me shudder in delight. But he did not stop there, he placed his hands on both of my hips, and caressed upwards, until his hands reached the hem of my shirt. He put his hands underneath the material and resumed caressing me, stopping where my waist was thinnest. The fabric all bunched up there, he brought his lips down to my stomach and planted soft kisses all over my belly. He inched his face lower and lower until his mouth was just centimetres away from my cunt.
"You smell so good," he mused.
"The quit waiting around and take a taste," I replied, gasping for air.

He pulled my legs as wide as they would go and lowered his head down so that his mouth was right in between my lips. His tongue darted out, lapping up all of my juices. Once all of the old fluid was gone, and more was still pouring out, he decided to shove one of his fingers inside me. When I winced in protest, he gave me a look of pity.
"You're not still a virgin are you?" he asked me.
"I was waiting for marriage... or you."

I was extremely turned on, and I couldn't hold out much longer. He needed to fuck me, and he needed to do it now. He went back to eating my pussy, licking around the hole, his tongue darting in and out, and every once in a while he would go back to my clit, taking the nub in his mouth and sucking it, or playing with it using his tongue. After a few more seconds, I couldn't take it anymore, my body was spazming and bucking with his every touch.
Euphoria spread through me, and I felt like passing out, but I held on and looked him squarely in the eyes.
"Fuck me, daddy."